almost witty

but this morning, I did something that I haven’t done for fifteen years. It was curiously and strangely satisfying basking in the glory of the sun, getting wet and dirty with it, and I look forward to years of doing it with Miss R.

Yes, I put some of my laundry out to dry on the washing line.

Ever since I left home at the tender age of 18, joys such as hanging washing out were denied me as I lived in a succession of student, then bedsit, then one-bedroom flats in city suburbs. With no garden or back space, I had to hang my damp clothes on radiators that would slowly turn dark with damp, and wait about a week before the clothes would dry out.

But when I moved into my new temporary digs, it not only came with a cool resident landlord and a huge airy room with jungle plants and wireless internet, it also came with a garden complete with washing line. So early this morning, I was taking my clothes out of the washing machine and hanging them on the washing line, juggling clothes pegs and sagging lines in the glorious sunshine. And lo it was good, working slightly in the sunshine. I stood back, and admired my handiwork as if I had personally handcrafted the Holy Grail of washing.

Fast forward four hours later, and it’s raining in Cardiff and my clothes are probably extraordinarily damp again. Sod’s bloody law.

I have been caught massively enthusing about the genius that is Spaced - the finest sitcom a pop-culture/nerdy obsessed person could ever possibly hope to have. Complete with strong characters all round. It’s so hip it hurts…

Anyway, skip to the end - and some kind soul has put up the first episode of Spaced online on Google Video. So here it is: watch it!

Then buy Spaced: The Collectors Edition from your friendly Amazon UK dealer.

Today is the happiest day of the year - at least according to some expert. Something to do with spring, renewal and an impending Bank Holiday.

Given that I am currently soaked to the skin having run across the road in the pouring rain to meet someone who wanted to buy a Macy Gray CD - only for said person not to show up - and I’ve calculated that I don’t have a spare day or weekend to just veg out in front of the PC or TV till July 2006 (assuming I’ve found somewhere to live by then!) - I don’t feel that happy.

Then again, wait till I get a chance to play with my new gorgeously svelte laptop *drool*. (Thanks Skarlett!) But I’ve got something to complain about that too

Just call me Victor Meldrew

A spurned wife stabs another woman for having an affair with her husband. So far, so relatively mundane. But if it was in America, the court case would be full of screaming women.

This court case is in Cambridge, UK. The husband is 58. The wife is 61. The “other woman” (the one who was stabbed) is a 44-year-old Cambridge student. And hadn’t seen the husband for three years, according to her defence. To whit, this delicious quote:

“It is very annoying to be stabbed by someone for having sex with their husband, but it is doubly annoying to be stabbed for not having sex with their husband.”

I somehow doubt you’d get that kind of quote in a similar court case in Harvard or New York…

Just a quick round-up from the nets of the interesting things that cropped into my in-box…

Zombies versus strippers. Let the comic strip fight begin. (courtesy of Megan)

(courtesy of Lady Disdain)